as the plane turns into its runway, the silhouette of your city watches you from the window. the coves of glitter and absence of people, of sound, total dark void. in the distance i see a single column of billowing smoke against that navy sky and i start to wonder, interrupted by the engines roar I realise that it’s too late, i’ve deigned to leave - but in that second i see it all. i only see it when i leave.
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